Heather’s 100 days

When the boys decided they would write posts to celebrate our 100 days I was in full support. First Ish shocked me with a post he wrote (!) and then Cam and Ethan chimed in with their highlights.

I was going to let the moment pass without my input but I can’t.

It’s so amazing to me that we’ve been gone for 100 days.

(100 and a few by the time you read this post.)

When we set out in June we were excited: 365 days of travel lay ahead. What would we see/do/experience? How would we cope without babysitting grandparents, schools to send them to, friends to call on? Would the close quarters leave us less than friendly after a few weeks? Could we really do it?

100 days later and there are fewer questions.

We’ve done it.

Touched down in places that we long dreamed about: Argentina, Galapagos Islands, Colombia, China, Australia and New Zealand among them.

Spent more time together as a family than we ever have before.

Shared our brightest moments with friends online and made dozens of new friends in person.

100 days of counting our pesos and dollars and yuan.

100 days of “Mommy can I sleep with you?” and “It’s my turn.” and “I love this trip” and “Best. Ever.”

The cuddles are constant

100 days of inside jokes, and “that’s so cool” and “can we do it again?”

E's laugh is infectious

100 days of “we can do this.” and “I’ve got your back.” and “No regrets.”

Ish - always grinning.

100 days.

Not one of them would I give back. Not one member of my traveling posse would I change.